Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Const. To giue each naked Curtleax a stayne,
Const. That our French Gallants shall to day draw out,
Const. And sheath for lack of sport. Let vs but blow on them,
Const. The vapour of our Valour will o're-turne them.
Const. 'Tis positiue against all exceptions, Lords,
Const. That our superfluous Lacquies, and our Pesants,
Const. Who in vnnecessarie action swarme
Const. About our Squares of Battaile, were enow
Const. To purge this field of such a hilding Foe;
Const. Though we vpon this Mountaines Basis by,
Const. Tooke stand for idle speculation:
Const. But that our Honours must not. What's to say;
Const. A very little little let vs doe,
Const. And all is done: then let the Trumpets sound
Const. The Tucket Sonuance, and the Note to mount:
Const. For our approach shall so much dare the field,
Const. That England shall couch downe in feare, and yeeld.
Const. Enter Graundpree.
Grandpree. Grandpree.
Grandpree. Why do you stay so long, my Lords of France?